Slumberland

Slumberland

My dearest dissects my oblivious mind. The day has been well-spent.
Sometimes a cry is in joy and not pain, and I fear that I feel too much.
Give me a taste of exhaustion.
I crave for a sight, and a sound, and a drink.
My decency rules in the land of ok. It’s a shame that that place isn’t here.

This time I am sleeping my dear. Do not try to wake me.
This time I am breathing my dear. Do not suffocate me.

Better the shame of not knowing your name than the kind shake of hand by a thief.
The twisting of fate marks the bitter mistakes of the artificially depressed.

This time I am sleeping my dear. Do not try to wake me.
This time I am breathing my dear. Do not suffocate me.

Just go to sleep, and forget all the pain.
Embrace the night and its warmth!

This time I am sleeping my dear. Do not try to wake me.
This time I am breathing my dear. Do not suffocate me.

I rest, my dear…

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